Quiet, please
There are leaves falling
Trees do their striptease
Summer is ending
I wonder why
You look so far away
Against the sky
In fifty shades of grey
Night falls like a grand piano
Outside it could be China
Let's watch the trees
That trickled toward the sun
Dance in the rain
Dying to have some fun
Thunder sings a requiem
Lightning is taking pictures
Of everything
Of every point of view
Let's go outside
And have our picture taken too
I love you
